None of my blood relations seem to care [sniff], and my husband LOVES the stuff. We even had a garden once in which he planted cilantro... I refused to even pick my favourite tomatoes. We no longer have it growing as I removed every trace and seed for further crops NOT to grow.
If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
Benito Mussolini... because depending on who you are, you either love him or hate him.
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
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